Call Me E.S. Lyrics

Artist: 7L & Esoteric
Album: Soul Purpose

[Esoteric]Aiyyo, 1-2Yo yo

[Verse 1]I cool out on the west coast, lamp in the eastIf your rappin for change, then I'd be dancin for peaceA pretty boy gangsta with his pants in a creaseSpike the Berrier, spike the campus policeNow I don't give a fuck if it's your aunt or your neiceBest man or ya priest, your fam's gettin deceasedCuz I keep shit hot, like a flannel or fleeceAnd bringin dimes this way is sand to the beachRelax to the sun, I get harrassed by the tonWant to beat you for money son, I'll smack him for funI represent the east baby, that's where I'm fromI'll smoke you on the mic, and blacken your lungsI keep my girls close like I'm packin a gunBy the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hungA callabo, I don't see it happenin sonAnd a battle, I don't see you lastin through one

[Hook]I'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off baseAnd see 'em try and take the lead as I rock the placeEsoteric fell off? No that's not the caseI'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race

[Verse 2]I'm ready to wreck ya, sever ya sectorSpeak of my hands, just let the 7L lecture,Don't put it past me, like your the firearm,and I'm the metal detector, I'm here to protect yaMy rhyme is the paint, and the beat is the textureInterrior design, when I rhyme I affect yaSay it's amazing, +Trail Blazin+ like DrexlerIn my act, you play the bad wreckin extraSorry homeboy, didn't mean to upset yaYou wanna grab the mic, but your hand won't let yaCuz it knows that if you do, you'll go home on a stretcherCall the ambulance on the cell to come get'chaI do this type of shit right here, just for pleasureStress relief, wait 'til my next releaseI'll be hittin every station like a press release7L & Esoteric, hip-hop expertise

[Hook]I'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off baseI see 'em tryin to take a lead as I rock the placeEsoteric fell off? No that's not the caseI'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race

{scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"}

[Verse 3]I smack the new jacks just to add to the statsMy massive attack leaves your anatomy flatI'm not mad at you black, yo I'm gad that you rapAs a matter of fact, cats are ? wackNow your askin for that, maybe a pat on the backYo I'll tell you your phat, and sound phat on that trackThen I'll show up, where ya have the factories atGrab a batterin axe, you start to shatter ya gatsAnd that'll be that, make sure everythings workinI get heads open like a, brain surgeonWhen I came splurgin, veterans became virginsFirst they wanna battle but now, they ain't certainRhyme like a tech nine, it's the God-offilisClappin on command like a studio, audienceYou could take a dope sample, chop it up or loop itBut still can't freak it like Joe, some cats proved it

[Hook] 2xI'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off baseAnd see 'em try and take the lead as I rock the placeEsoteric fell off? No that's not the caseI'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race